"You must be Gertrude," you say to her, shaking her hand.
"That's me," she replies, smiling somewhat apprehensively.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/n. This is Dan, as you might know already. I hope Phil hasn't told you anything bad about us!" you continue, winking at Phil.
"Nice to meet you, Dan. And no, I know nothing about you guys."
You laugh. "Okay."
Dan looks down at the floor and rocks back and forward. You clear your throat.
"So, umm... I have to go and film a video now," you say, walking to the door again. "Bye!"
Phil waves awkwardly. Dan scratches his neck and looks up at Phil and Gertrude.
"Uh, me too. We're doing a collab. See you later," he says, following you.
You close the door after him and you both exchange looks.
"Well, that wasn't awkward at all," you whisper sarcastically.
"I know," Dan replies, rolling his eyes.
"She's pretty," you say, looking down at your scuffed converse.
"Not as pretty as you, though." Dan says softly.
Your cheeks heat up and you smile. He lifts your face gently and starts kissing you. You kiss him back at first, but then you remember something.
"Dan, let's go somewhere else. I don't really want Gertrude creeping on us..."
He chuckles quietly, takes your hand and leads you into his room. You kiss for a while longer, then he pulls away.
"Have you seen the Tumblr post?" he asks you.
"The one about the fanfiction...?"
"Yep. Wanna read it?"
At first you think NO WAY!, but curiosity overcomes you. "Okay. I'm scared..."
"Don't worry, I'll protect you from the scary fanfiction writers," Dan says, winking at you and opening his laptop.
You lay your head on his shoulder and look at the screen. His cursor hovers over the link to the fanfiction.
"The suspense is killing me," you mumble.
He laughs and clicks on it.
" 'Tonight, a (your and Dan's ship name) fanfiction.' " Dan reads off the screen. He stops and looks at you. "You read your parts."
"Alright," you agree, somewhat reluctantly.
He continues. " 'It was a cold night, and the wind was howling outside Dan and Phil's flat. Y/n was cuddled up to Dan, stroking his hair.' Your part."
" 'Hey, Dan, wanna fuc-' OKAY, NOPE! That's enough fanfiction reading for my whole life..."
Dan laughs hysterically, clutching his stomach. He scans the screen. "Nothing much really happe- oh, there's the smut."
You close his laptop. "Eugh."
"Want to play video games instead?" he asks you, smiling.
"Sure," you reply, shrugging. "What did you have in mind?"
"How about a horror?" he suggests, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Fine, but if I have nightmares tonight, I'm blaming you," you say, pointing your finger at him menacingly.
"That's okay. I'm usually up really late anyway. What about... Outlast?"
"Alright."
*le time skip*
You wake up with a neck cramp. Your head is on Dan's shoulder and he's still playing Outlast.
"Sleep well?" he asks with a chuckle.
"No, not really. Your shoulder isn't really the comfiest," you admit.
"I'll have to work on it," he replies, glancing at you with a smile.
You take your head off his shoulder and stretch your arms.
"I'm hungry," you whine.
"Me too," he agrees. "D'ya want some stirfry?"
"Sure, but where will we get it? I don't know if there's any stirfry places round here."
"I'll make it, you spoon!" he exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air.
You stick out your bottom lip, pretending to be sad. Dan's face softens and he kisses you on the forehead.
"You're adorable..."
You blush and look down at your shoes.
"Do you want to help me with the stirfry?" he asks.
"Yeah, if that's okay with you," you reply, tugging at your sleeve.
"Of course. Come on!" He grabs your hand and leads you into the kitchen. He starts opening the cupboards and fridge, pulling out different sauces and vegetables.
"Dan, Y/n! We're going out! Be back in an hour or two!" Phil shouts from down the hall.
"Okay!" you shout back.
You hear some shuffling, a door shutting, and then silence.
Phil's POV:
I walk out the door hand in hand with Gertrude. She gives me a small smile.
"They're nice," she says, meaning Dan and Y/n.
"Yeah, they are," I reply, pulling my coat tighter around me.
"Where are we going?" she asks.
"Is Nando's (or Applebee's, if you like) okay?" I return.
"Yep."
We walk in silence for a bit, until I can't stand it any longer.
"That was awkward when they barged in on us..." I say, mentally facepalming as soon as the words leave my mouth.
"Yeah, at least we were just talking," she replies, waggling her eyebrows at me.
She was asking me if I was a virgin when Dan and Y/n came in. That could hardly be classified as 'just talking'.
"Instead of kissing. Or 'frick fracking', as you would say," she continues.
"Yeah, I guessed that was what you meant..." I say with a small laugh.
She smiles and we fall into silence again. The only sound is our footsteps.
"Well, we're here," I observe, holding the door open for her.
She mutters "thanks" and walks in. I follow her inside and breathe in the delicious foody smells.
"Wow, it smells amazing!" Gertrude says.
"I know. I love it here," I agree. "Pick a table."
She nods and walks over to a table near the centre of the restaurant. I follow her over, although I'd rather sit beside the window. We take off our coats and sit down.
"So, what do you do for a living?" she asks.
Here comes the awkwardness.
"I make videos," I reply, tugging on the hem of my jumper nervously.
Her eyes widen and she leans forward a bit.
"You're not a... porn star, are you?" she whispers.
I immediately feel my face turning pink. I have a feeling this evening won't go so well.
"No! I make YouTube videos."
"Oh, cool. What about?"
I open my mouth to speak, then close it again. What are my videos about?
"Nothing in particular, really. I try to make them funny and entertaining," I say.
She nods in approval.
"So, uh, what do you do for a living?" I ask her.
"Oh, I'm an architect," she says, combing through her bright red hair with her fingers.
Well, that was unexpected.
"Really?" I ask, trying to hide my utter astonishment.
"Yeah, problem?" she almost growls at me.
I shake my head quickly. "No, not at all. It's just that I thought you would be a fashion designer or something."
Suddenly, she starts crying. It starts off with only a few tears leaving her eyes, then turns into what seems like a waterfall coming from her tear ducts. I panic immediately. I'm not good with comforting people.
"A-are you o-okay?" I ask, nervously chewing on the inside of my cheek.
She doesn't reply, just cries harder. People are starting to stare at us.
"W-was it something I-I said?" I ask frantically.
Gertrude nods and keeps crying, makeup running down her face. I pat my coat pockets down for the packet of tissues I always bring with me. I find it, take a tissue out and hand it to her. She takes it gratefully, wiping her eyes and nose.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"I-I always w-wanted t-t-to be a fashion d-designer!" she stutters, letting out another sob at the end of her sentence.
I feel completely lost. I have no idea what to do.
"Do you want me to call your parents or something?"
She nods and hands me her phone, wiping her tears away with her jumper sleeve. I unlock it and am about to ask for her passcode when I realise there's no security on it.
I tap on the contacts icon and search 'Dad' in the search bar at the top. A number comes up and I hastily tap on it. I hold the phone up to my ear as it starts to ring.
Dan's POV:
I wonder how Phil's getting on. I hope she becomes his girlfriend. He's been lonely for ages now, and I don't want him to be a third wheeler anymore with me and Y/n. That's just awkward.
"Dan? Are you listening to anything I'm saying?" Y/n says, making me flinch.
"Sorry, what?" I return.
She laughs softly and pokes my dimples.
"I was saying, I hope Phil gets back in time for Zoe's party."
"S***! I forgot about that! Me too."
She crosses her arms at me. "Unnecessary swearing, Daniel."
"Psh, you should know by now that I'm a naturally made swearing machine."
"Wow, that sounds like something off Tumblr."
"Well guessed. Tumblr is a beautiful place, isn't it?"
She chuckles. "Yep."
Phil's POV:
I watch as Gertrude's parents drive her away in their landrover, still crying.
She got us kicked out of Nando's (or Applebee's), she was being so loud.
I sigh loudly and begin walking back to the flat. Well, that was a complete failure.
"Forever alone," I whisper to myself.
A/N: Lolol
I'm sorry (not sorry) for ruining Phil's chances with Gertrude...
HE FINDS SOMEONE BETTER I SWEAR
Bye bye xx
P.S. Today I did a Dan (not like that, get your mind out of the gutter, gosh), and fell UP the stairs. And I cut my knee and it hurts so much ;-; DERP